They say your forties are the new twenties.
Maybe that would be true if my ex-husband hadn't turned out to be a lying, cheating, stealing ass who left me with nothing except my pride.
And it's that pride that should keep me from accepting Phillip Conrad's sexy, sinful, and way too indecent proposal to pay off the debt I owe him.
I should walk away. I should slap him. Hell, I should tell him exactly where he can shove his offer.
But...